Monday, May 23, 2005


If you could turn any room or building in the world into your writing studio, what would you choose and why?

I would renovate a barn and use it as a writing studio. I was a city girl through and through until we moved to a more rural area four years ago--actually according to the locals we live in 'the city' because we have sidewalks--being able to see the horizon marred only by the occasional church steeple continues to startle me, between the nature preserve a few miles away and the reservoir a block away we wake every morning to the songbirds and sometimes I could swear we have our own arboretum. All of this has drawn me to nature in a way that I never experienced before and makes me want to go rural all the way--a farmhouse, a studio in the barn, and nature as far as the eye can see. (The setting is still New England, but while we're at and since we're dreaming the winters would be spent in a Key West cottage--a little studio in the garden shed would do just fine, thank you.)

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A. D. said...

A barn loft workshop/library would be the coolest. You could have wide doors that open onto a view of your unobstructed horizon...

early hours of sky said...

You understand Suzanne that right now I would settle for a room with a door, right? I just want you to realize how far I am reaching outside of my box.

Okay: a new England fisherman’s shack, in the summer we would rent one by the sea when I was a girl, the seals would come up to shore and it felt like the whole world was reaching up to you.

Suzanne said...

A.D.,--And I could have a guest studio for my city friends...;-)

T, I love your reach--gorgeous!

Simmons B. Buntin said...

I've been thinking a bit about this, because it's also a question of where we want to live. I live, and therefore write, where I want to live: in the Sonoran desert. And yet, what I see in response to this great question is a light room in the corner of a Craftsman bungalow, on a 1920s-era Boulder, Colorado street. There are tall silver maples and Colorado blue spruce alike, set off the narrow streets by wide sidewalks. The room's wide window looks across the street, across the beautiful, human-scale architecture of downtown Boulder, and out to the striking angles of Boulder's Flatirons and the Colorado Front Range.

In the room itself, which has double pocket doors and exposed wood of a medium shade, there is a deep and wide desk---all surface, inviting. There are inlaid bookshelves of the same medium wood (alder, perhaps?) filled with an eclectic collection of poets and other writers known and unknown. There's technology too, these days, of course: the wide-angel computer monitor, the sleek box of a CD player (right now (write now?) Sting's "Bring on the Night" import, with Branford Marsalis, is playing.

The window is open so I can hear the real sounds of the neighborhood: magpies chased by sparrows, kids on bicycles, the occassional car passing by, the wind tucked up against the eaves, and leaves, and branches respiring. It's autumn.

Something like that....


loveandsalt said...

Always and forever I would be in a dune shack on the Outer Cape. There are four I've stayed in, and any of them would be perfect. They are called: Euphoria, Thalassa, Peg, and Boris. Peg is possibly the largest, Thalassa definitely the smallest. Smallest meaning about 8x10. Euphoria and Boris are about 11x16 and Peg: well, Peg is a bit extravagant, having two rooms. I would estimate each of the rooms about 10x18. They all look over the ocean except Peg, which looks into the dunes.
Of course if this were my writing studio I would have to keep (take?) a vow of chastity, because they are so far from town that each must equal studio, bedroom, living room and kitchen. The outhouse is not counted in the square footage.
I lived in Euphoria for three summers with my exhusband, but we were newlyweds. I no longer allow anyone to spend the night when I go there. I could foresee a certain exception, but actually none of this is happening so why worry about the details?

Suzanne said...

Wow. These are beautiful studios.

Simmons, the desert, any desert, is something I've yet to experience live and is on my list of places to see, Colorado, too for that matter. Thanks for stopping by I checked out your blog and enjoyed it very much.

Cynthia, I've spent some beautiful days on the Cape--Turro, P Town, Chattam--your cottages sound heavenly--even with the vow of chasity. :-)